How Little We Know
Like the storied boy combing the strand of a vast ocean,
With the shoreward Habagat slamming my blushed cheeks,
I wondered about the precise undulation of tidal waters.
In my palm shifty sands fall off between my fingers,
Calculating how many handfuls of these make creation,
Determinedly guessing, trying to grasp reasons for it all.
Latest posts by ed_roaWith the shoreward Habagat slamming my blushed cheeks,
I wondered about the precise undulation of tidal waters.
In my palm shifty sands fall off between my fingers,
Calculating how many handfuls of these make creation,
Determinedly guessing, trying to grasp reasons for it all.
It is enough that I was a witness to God’s grandeur
All the beauty of this world streamed through my eyes
It sufficed that I sensed His majesty, not thought it,
Felt His love rather than understood it.
He made an awesome and glorious world in my time,
But, then the world was not that beautiful at all times
I do not need to know why, really I don’t. Do you?
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Wow! You are very prolific! I admire your dedication!
I am trying to catch up. Writing came to me only after retirement.
Thanks for reading.
writing comes to us when it will… when it does we just have to hold on and let it take us. I try to read all of the posts – you are one of the poets here whom I enjoy reading.